04.Jan.21, 01:27 PM
A’tay honestly thought his aunt would find it all hilarious but he was having trouble processing what had been said and started to stammer out a reply when snow hit his face. It didn’t hurt as it was just a handful of loose snow attacking him but it did leave him momentarily stunned and left to the mercy of his girlfriend. They ended up tangling with snow going everywhere—both intentionally and not—until he was left sprawled on the ground and laughing.
“I was trying to keep us from looking like we survived a blizzard, you know,” he gave Zelana a stern look that lasted all of three seconds before grinning again with a shake of his head. It was his fault for thinking either one of them could resist the allure of throwing snow at someone. It was just fun and fairly harmless—how could anyone resist? At least it meant Zelly was having fun as well and enjoyed the snow. Maybe the novelty would wear off once she was by a fire once more and the next trip wouldn’t be as exciting, but A’tay was finding that hard to believe as noted how much they wore inside and outside of their clothes.
“I think what I will do with you is get you inside so you can change and warm up by a fire.” It was close enough to when they would be expected and focusing on family would help keep his mind from wandering to everything his mind so eagerly supplied when it thought of Zelly as his prisoner and all the terrible things she likely had in mind. He stood first and helped Zelana to her feet and then helped brush snow away from her clothes. It seemed like a losing battle with how some clung to wool in little balls. It would all melt over the course of the dinner party and it wasn’t like it was mud.
“We can walk and enjoy the snow a bit longer. I kind of like listening to the crunch under our feet.” It wasn’t too long of a walk and it would help them burn off any excess energy from their playing. He also felt kind of silly making Xyxyth take them when it probably wouldn’t take more than ten minutes by foot. “Xyxyth, you go ahead and meet the others. Oh! Once we get Zelly’s clothes.” Glad he thought of that before the dragon curled up with the other dragons, A’tay sprinted over to his dragon and grabbed the bag Zelana had packed and shouldered it.
“I was trying to keep us from looking like we survived a blizzard, you know,” he gave Zelana a stern look that lasted all of three seconds before grinning again with a shake of his head. It was his fault for thinking either one of them could resist the allure of throwing snow at someone. It was just fun and fairly harmless—how could anyone resist? At least it meant Zelly was having fun as well and enjoyed the snow. Maybe the novelty would wear off once she was by a fire once more and the next trip wouldn’t be as exciting, but A’tay was finding that hard to believe as noted how much they wore inside and outside of their clothes.
“I think what I will do with you is get you inside so you can change and warm up by a fire.” It was close enough to when they would be expected and focusing on family would help keep his mind from wandering to everything his mind so eagerly supplied when it thought of Zelly as his prisoner and all the terrible things she likely had in mind. He stood first and helped Zelana to her feet and then helped brush snow away from her clothes. It seemed like a losing battle with how some clung to wool in little balls. It would all melt over the course of the dinner party and it wasn’t like it was mud.
“We can walk and enjoy the snow a bit longer. I kind of like listening to the crunch under our feet.” It wasn’t too long of a walk and it would help them burn off any excess energy from their playing. He also felt kind of silly making Xyxyth take them when it probably wouldn’t take more than ten minutes by foot. “Xyxyth, you go ahead and meet the others. Oh! Once we get Zelly’s clothes.” Glad he thought of that before the dragon curled up with the other dragons, A’tay sprinted over to his dragon and grabbed the bag Zelana had packed and shouldered it.